Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.